Annette tried not to yelp as she felt the poke of The Builder’s knife in her back. On either side of her stood the remaining two assistants, who’d had both their share of jabs already.

“Hey, you know what might get us to move faster?” She asked her deranged spouse while turning her head to look at them. “Actually letting us go look. You know, instead of leading us around like cattle?”

Her request just agitated them even more. They sheathed their knife, only to step forward and smack her against the face with the back of their hand.